The Spring War

The war started

Early in May

Being lost a surprisingly

Quick speed

We hid in our basements

Trying to make the most of it

But when the heavy rains

Started in June

We had enough

By then the war was over

But the problems remained

So we took our last money

And went to the mountain

Being treated as outcasts by

The locals

We spent the evenings

Discussing Nietzsche and kept

To ourselves

In the autumn we returned

To the city with

A completely new view of the world

The Other World

Found a new world

Beyond the corner

Another place

Very small but still

Somehow relevant

Another universe

With its own weird rules

A place for contempt and

Contemplation, freedom as well as

Frustration, fruition and fertile imagination

That place I thought was mine

Until someone took it away

Awaken me to the futile experience

We call reality

Rusty Water

Underground the light is always tepid

The wall and floor covered in dust

Silence and relentless movements

Travels around the city like waves

On a stormy ocean 🌊

The water of the rock is still dripping

As a remainder to the human

A temporary intruder after a billion years